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Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he slid in.
As he did, all of my nerve endings sang. And chanted—this, this, this.
When he was fully seated, he met my gaze.
I nodded.
From there, things were similar to last night.
Except different.
The penetration felt unique. Whether because of the changed position or just because this was Tyson and not Donovan, I wasn’t sure. Instead of trying to dissect the dissimilarities, I triedto sink into the feelings my body endured. My body elicited. Because the slow glide of Tyson’s cock in and out of me nearly drove me crazy.
But I knew more was to come. “Please.”
“Yeah, Tyson. Give the kid a break.”
I glared over at Donovan who merely quirked a smile.
Yet Tyson got the message and picked up the pace.
Nerve endings sang. Pleasure reigned supreme. And then as if that wasn’t enough, Donovan insinuated his hand between the two of us and grasped me intimately.
I gasped.
He tugged. At the rhythm set by Tyson.
Within a moment, I tumbled over the edge into supreme bliss. My eyes rolled back into my head as I went rigid under the constant onslaught of sensation.
“Thank fuck.” Tyson thrust twice more, held himself still for a moment, then collapsed over me.
I managed to turn my head in time to see Donovan lick my cum off his fingers.
Thank fuck indeed.
The rest didn’t matter.
Donovan needed an orgasm. To keep things fair.
Tyson needed to get through his suspension and back to the job he loved.
I needed to have the disciplinary hearing held and my fate determined.
But all that could wait until the afterglow of this mind-blowing orgasm settled.
Oh, and I needed to find a way to tell my men how much they meant to me.
And how much I loved them.
Both.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Donovan
“I find this action highly suspect.” Tyson glanced around the fancy Point Grey neighborhood.
I unlocked Cole’s house with my key. Well, Cole, Caressa, and Michael’s house. Not that I could forget that minor fact. More that saying all three names was a pain in my ass.
